After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

"Damn it."

Han Youjin gritted his teeth as he looked at the blurred images.

Ji Yanwu is her best friend. Of course she feels the same when her friends are bullied.

"That's right, it's a good thing he died early, otherwise I would definitely let him have a taste of it."

"I just don't know where his ashes are. If I know, I will raise his ashes."

"Heroes think alike, and your thoughts are the same as mine."

"Me too!"

Everyone also looked indignant and agreed with Han Youjin.

What a bully.

How dare you bully Fairy Ji.

Those who admire Ji Yanwu are already quietly gearing up to dig up the grave and scatter the ashes.

Ji Yanwu's expression was extremely unnatural, and her fists were tightly clenched in her sleeves.

She was most afraid of this memory, and it once became her nightmare.

Now looking at it again, the long-lost feeling of powerlessness comes to mind again.

She has experienced many dangerous things in her life, but this incident was the most desperate one for her.

Without him.

perhaps.

There is no more myself now.

……

Inside the mirror.

Ji Yanwu cried.

Crying desperately.

Because she couldn't even do the self-destruction elixir now, she could only watch the evil man walking towards her.

The fatal scholar is extremely happy.

Since he was wanted, he has been hiding in extremely cold places and not dared to go to the Central Plains.

If you think about it carefully, it has been ten years.

He hasn't touched a woman in ten years, which is simply torture for a man like him who loves women.

It's fine now, such a beautiful little girl must be a pleasure to play with.

Just when he was thinking about what posture to use.

A clang of sword sounds was heard.

A small purple sword stabbed out from the ice wall behind Ji Yanwu and took the life-threatening scholar's head directly from his neck.

not good!

The deadly scholar has been famous for a long time, although he feels a little relaxed now.

But his reaction was also very fast. He turned his hand and the folding fan blocked his face.

boom!

But he saw the small purple sword piercing the folding fan. Although it did not pierce, the huge force still knocked the fatal scholar upside down and hit the cave wall heavily.

Wow!

The fatal scholar escaped the fatal blow, but he didn't feel comfortable either. The huge force shook him so much that he vomited a mouthful of blood.

It was through such contact that the strong and weak were distinguished.

He quickly raised his head and looked forward, knowing that not only were there people here, but they were also more advanced than him.

Seeing that the purple little sword was about to strike again, the fatal scholar's heart froze, and he had no intention of fighting.

He has been able to live for such a long time because of his many evil deeds, relying on the ability to assess the situation and know how to back off. Now that the situation is not good for him, he decisively wants to escape.

Just when the fatal scholar turned around and ran away, the small purple sword struck straight at his head with fierce sword intent.

The fatal scholar's expression changed drastically. He never imagined that he could be so powerful at making a small sword. He didn't care about escaping, so he opened the folding fan in his hand again, transforming into a fan-shaped light shield.

The two soldiers exchanged hands, and there was a crisp sound of gold and iron touching.

The fan-shaped light shield was broken by the sword intention of the purple sword, and a small pit was exploded on the ground. The fatal scholar lay in the small pit, and the folding fan was in tatters.

He was also extremely embarrassed, his hair was disheveled, and blood was vomiting from his mouth.

However, this was not over yet. The purple sword swayed slightly, and the blade flew towards him again.

"Senior, forgive me..."

The fatal scholar was begging for mercy, but before he could finish speaking, the purple sword had pierced his body.

From the moment the purple sword appeared to when he stabbed the scholar over, it only took a few breaths.

There were still tears on Ji Yanwu's face, but her expression was dull.

After all, although the fatal scholar was attacked in a hurry, he was still a Nascent Soul monk, and he was stabbed to death in just a few strokes.

And she herself has witnessed the entire process. The meat that was just being slaughtered on the chopping board has now been redeemed.

This made Ji Yanwu suspect that she was hallucinating and had an unreal feeling.

call out!

However, just when she thought the deadly scholar was dead, a golden light burst out from his body, and a mini baby the size of a fist, holding a storage bag, crashed through the cave wall and rose into the sky.

The baby's face looked exactly like that of the young scholar who was dying, and his expression was full of panic.

Ji Yanwu suddenly remembered something, her face changed drastically, and she hurriedly shouted: "That's his Nascent Soul, don't let him go."

Due to the serious injury, she spoke hurriedly and quickly. She suddenly raised her breath and pulled at the wound. A mouthful of black blood spurted out from her mouth, and she fell to the ground and passed out.

The purple sword did not stop, but with a swish, it chased after Nascent Soul who killed the scholar.

The fatal scholar had already given up his body, and his Nascent Soul was not in a very stable state. In addition, the extremely cold air blocked him. Not long after he escaped, he was caught up and killed by the purple sword.

Soon, the purple sword flew back carrying the fatal scholar's storage bag.

And inside the cave, a slender young man quietly appeared.

He was thin, with long black hair, a straight nose, and a handsome face that was unsmiling and slightly cold.

A pair of eyes that are as deep as a cold pool with no bottom. As they turn, they pierce people's hearts and look extremely sharp.

Taking a closer look, this young man turned out to be Chen Zun!

After three years of not seeing each other, he has grown into a man who can stand upright.

At this time, Chen Zun reached out to take the fatal scholar's storage bag and turned to look at Ji Yanwu lying on the ground.

His brows furrowed.

……

Outside the mirror.

"The Demon Lord appeared too timely. If it weren't for him, Fairy Ji would have been killed."

"I have already guessed that no one else can save Fairy Ji except him."

"However, if you kill a Nascent Soul cultivator in just a few seconds, what state is he in now? He can't be a god-refiner, right?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that the person who rescued Ji Yanwu was Chen Zun.

Killing a Nascent Soul cultivator so quickly and effortlessly is beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators.

Many people frowned again, wondering what level Chen Zun's cultivation level was.

Zhao Lingyun was the most anxious. She quickly asked Ji Yanwu: "When you met him, did you feel what kind of cultivation he had?"

Ji Yanwu was still thinking about what happened in the scene. When she heard Zhao Lingyun's question, she thought about it, shook her head and said, "I only had a small cultivation level of pill formation at that time, so I couldn't feel it, but..."

"But what?"

Zhao Lingyun looked at Ji Yanwu nervously.

"You'll find out as you read on."

Ji Yanwu didn't answer, but took it a step further.

Zhao Lingyun opened her mouth to say something, but finally swallowed it.

Han Youjin was concerned about her best friend's situation. Seeing that she was rescued by Chen Zun, although she hated him very much, she still had to thank him for this matter, because he not only saved her life, but also saved her best friend's life. Life.

She patted the plump rabbit and said timidly: "Although this man is a heinous thief, from the perspective of what he did, he is still basically a human being."

Ji Yanwu also nodded.

If Chen Zun hadn't been too vicious later and committed countless heinous crimes, Shui Yue Jingli's actions alone would have been enough to spare his life.

Han Youjin suddenly remembered something and asked again: "He saved you, what happened next?"

The iceberg on Ji Yanwu's face that had not melted for thousands of years actually melted.

His face actually turned slightly red, with a somewhat indescribable charm.

Because when she woke up, the wound on her shoulder had been treated.

Who else besides Chen Zun.

She didn't want to go into details, so she just said, "You'll know after you read it."

Shen Ruoyan's face suddenly became suspicious.